the liminal space of the college application essay

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I’ve spent the last month or so helping T with his college application essays. It’s a little hard to believe. Ten years ago his brother was applying to film school, and I was writing about The College Application Monster. Six years ago I talked and talked with his sister about her essays, including the Common App essay that made me worry she might not get accepted anywhere (and that ultimately won her an essay contest scholarship.)

And now, it’s this guy’s turn. (Holy cow, I tried reading that post–about a certain seven-year-old’s love of Bon Jovi–while working in a dead silent literary center and had a very hard time muffling my giggles.)

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I’m not sure I’ve written about the volunteer work I do with an amazing youth writing center called Chapter 510. For the past three years I’ve helped seniors at this really cool public high school write their college application essays. This school is special for so many reasons–a big one being that the students have internships twice a week throughout their entire four years. By the time they’re seniors they have a strong sense of what they like to do and where their natural talents lie. Also, many of the students are the first in their families to apply to college; many are the children of immigrants or are immigrants themselves. The stories they share about their lives knock me sideways with their power, again and again.

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I only linked that Bon Jovi post as evidence that just a minute ago this 18-year-old college applicant was seven and standing on the couch singing about me giving love a bad name and where did time go?

But as I read the post, I thought: he has been him all this time.

Him as in: The kid who loves an audience. The kid who is hilarious. The kid who loves to talk. The kid who is curious and wants to know more about everything. The kid who said can you google it? and started googling it himself as soon as he was able and went on to google everything under the sun, basically educating himself about the world and its places and politics and histories in a way that makes me feel like a total dunderhead.

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With the students at the high school (and T, too) I’m listening for the times when they’re telling a story that sets them apart, even if–especially if–they don’t recognize what is unique and compelling about the story in the first place. Like the student who immigrated from Bosnia and taught himself to speak English at five by watching The Lion King on repeat. Like the student whose father went back to Yemen for a wedding, leaving the son to run the family’s convenience store for a month as a sixth grader.

You know, no big deal.

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Helping T with his essays was delightful and exasperating. Exasperating because he is most motivated only when a deadline is about to come down like a guillotine. Delightful because I think he managed to get his wacky, can you google it self across.

The first line of his Common App essay: All my life, I’ve been motivated by fun. 

As his mother, I can verify this.

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My job with the high school students is mostly to listen. I get them talking: about their internships, their interests, their family lives. They come to know me as the lady with the Post-Its: as they’re talking, I write down what they say, one idea per Post-It. Then we look at the Post-Its and sort the ones that go together, put them in piles.

We talk about the piles that excite them most.

As they speak, I’m listening for the times when their voices rise, or their words come fast, or their hands come alive with gesture. I point out the places where they seem to get the most worked up. Sometimes they don’t recognize the importance of those particular stories. That they’re revealing, in those moments, who they are.

There was the student who lit up when she talked about binge-watching TV shows. Binge-watching TV shows did not seem like a promising topic for college application essay, but when she went on to tell me about her internship filming documentaries, her subject became appreciating how much work goes into filmmaking–even binge-able TV shows–and learning to apply that work ethic to the rest of her life. There was the student whose words raced when she talked about translating for Latinx families during her internship in the labor and delivery department of a local hospital. Already a good essay topic, but her memory of helping one specific couple shimmered in the retelling. We came up with the idea of starting and ending her essay with that particular story.

I rarely sit with students as they write an essay. I help them figure out which story to tell, which details they might include, and then I send them off to write. Later, I’ll help with clarity and word count, but the essay has to be in their words, their voice.

The essay has to be theirs.

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Selected short responses from a former Bon Jovi fan:

What do you hope to add to your roommates’ experience? What do you hope they will add to yours? I look forward to being in the company of intellectually curious and cross-disciplinary thinkers who aren’t afraid to have a few laughs along the way. I’m excited at the prospect of sharing my love of deep discussion and collaboration. Also, I’ll bring the LaCroix.

What historical moment or event do you wish you could have witnessed? It’s an odd choice, but I’d witness the Fall of Constantinople in 1453. The fall of the Roman Empire’s last vestiges, the first military use of gunpowder, and the end of the Medieval period are summated in this event, which I consider the most apt divider between antiquity and modernity.

What inspires you?  Documentaries about arctic icebreaker fleets, absurdist Scottish sketch comedy, podcasts on language isolates, hot sauce reviews, accounts of 17th century cartography, Ukrainian rappers, entrepreneurs from developing countries, anti-poaching park rangers in the Congo. And…

What is your dream job?Host of The Tonight Show

What is your favorite quote and by whom? “We’re pleased to welcome you into the _____ class of 2024!” – You (hopefully), in two months

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They are all so different. They all have stories to tell. Whether I’m working with the students I volunteer with, or my own three very different kids, my goal is to help them capture who they are on the page. Not who they think an admission panel wants, not the stories they think those people want to hear.

Who they are.

It’s an amazing position to be in: watching a kid navigate this liminal place. Looking back at their lives to understand who they are; looking forward to tell where they want to go.

And I get to sit there on that momentary cusp with them and listen. Lucky me.

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This time helping T with his essays has been bittersweet. It’s the last time I’ll be in this particular liminal space with one of my own kids. Looking back, dreaming forward. Ten years ago I was helping my oldest navigate this place in his life, and T was just a little kid pummeling his dad as a mega-wrestler named Jon Bon Lennon, and asking me to google things for him. I suppose it wouldn’t have taken much of a leap to imagine that ten years later he’d be ending a college application essay like this:

When I think forward to college, I look back fondly to the bedroom floor of my homeschooling days, where beside the infographics, card games, and history books, lay maps, timelines, and fragments of stories, all the refuse from my curiosities and explorations. I imagine that my college life might look something like that: late nights writing stand-up routines, roundtables on diplomacy in the South China Sea, Cup Noodle-fueled entrepreneurial scheming, and dining hall discussions about the pros and cons of kleptocracies (mostly cons). 

That may all sound like fun and games, but it just might get me somewhere.

I can’t wait to see where that might be.

8 comments… add one
  • Elizabeth Uyehara Jan 28, 2020 @ 17:57

    Tricia, you are totally amazing! You managed to raised three people who are completely unafraid of being themselves. They are so creative and original and I think it has a lot to do with how you homeschooled them. It’s truly inspiring.

    • patricia Jan 28, 2020 @ 18:16

      Oh, Liz, I say the same to you! When I think back on the workshop group with our kids—one of my favorite homeschooling memories—I remember being in a room with a bunch of young people who were utterly, delightfully themselves. What cool people they were and are! And how amazing we’ve had all this time with them.

      Thank you for taking the time to leave a comment. The conversation means so much.

  • Gabrielle Allen Jan 28, 2020 @ 22:28

    Tricia, this is amazing. How wonderful that you help students with their college applications. They are so lucky to have you. I know MET West. It is a great school. I wish OUSD could implement that education model in all schools. And T – wow- what else would he go to college for but to continue what has already been deeply ingrained in him, the love relationship with learning, fueled by fun filled curiosity motivated explorations. You are the poster family for homeschooling, really! Thanks for sharing excerpts of his application. It made me laugh, its so unique and courageous. I bet he’ll receive plenty of acceptance letters. I particularly enjoyed the answer to the favorite quote question. I also enjoyed your expression of the deadline coming down like a guillotine. Gosh, that reminds me on Alexander.
    I like how you weaved the story in alternating paragraphs about your work with the MET West students and their experiences with T’s college application story.

    • patricia Jan 30, 2020 @ 11:04

      Hi Gabi! Yes, I wish OUSD would implement the MetWest model district-wide as well. Working with seniors there has convinced me of its value for sure. These students are learning real-world skills and have so much more self-knowledge than students at traditional schools. It’s where we ought to be headed in education given the world we live in, and it’s frustrating that the system isn’t keeping up.

      I’m glad T’s excerpts made you laugh–that’s (partially) the response he was going for! Thanks for your encouragement. Hope you and your family are doing well. Would love to hear how Alexander is doing.

  • Sarah Jan 30, 2020 @ 6:36

    Ah, that ending is perfect!!! I loved it.

    • patricia Jan 30, 2020 @ 15:16

      And when a reader comments on an ending, it means that reader read to the end, which is a gift to any writer. Thank you for reading for all these years, Sarah!

      • Sarah M Jan 30, 2020 @ 18:47

        Oh, it’s always my pleasure. I will be first in line pre-ordering that book of yours! This is one of my favorite blogs still writing ‘long-form’ posts. <3

        • patricia Jan 30, 2020 @ 21:18

          Long-form posts–I love that! I’ve been missing the days of blogs lately. Everything seems to be about the quick thumbs-up and hearts of IG. (I have a secret goal of trying to post once a month here this year. We’ll see if I actually do it!) xo.

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